Friday, 22 September 2017

POEM IN A POEM




i read
always have

like a good little spod

secret torches at night
as a kid

bad eyes

allowed the lamp on now
as i am 44 

(43..? 45..? 8..?)

only when the white noise lets me
of course

i hide and dream and live and steal
in
books 

theyre the simplest magic

a surrender of the soul

and
when i pause and look up
its
with
surprise
that the room is exactly the same

tho somethings changed...
its me that changed

changed by books
the simplest magic

a surrender of the soul

in one of these pauses
when i was 
undrugged serene
all magical like

i wrote down -

dr 
says
my metabolism
is
in
hibernation
from
the
autumn beginnings
of
a
culture winter

and i wonder now what i meant

cos it doesnt sound good

and
what on earth
i been reading
that
simple magic day

surrendering my soul


Image result for joy of reading

photo by joel robison from brainpickings.org

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